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When Zane had unbuttoned her shirt, Ava felt his hands caressing up from her waist, shaping her body contour as they moved upwards. They stopped just below her breasts. His thumbs ran over the lacy fabric of her bra, and Ava felt her nipples pebble at the simple touch. She wanted him to touch her more, to play with her breasts. Instead, his hands went to her shoulders and pushed her shirt down her arms. Ava felt it fall to the floor. Ava wondered for a brief moment why she never felt uncomfortable showing her body to Zane. Something in the way he looked at her made her relax and stopper her aunts nagging voice in her head that she wasn’t good enough. Zane always made her feel like she was desirable and sexy.

“Beautiful,” Zane told her as he walked around her, letting his hand gently drag over her skin. He kissed her bare shoulder and sent a shiver down Ava’s spine. She heard the rustle of fabric against fabric and then she felt Zane against her back. She could feel his dress shirt pressing into her back. He must have taken off his jacket. His hands were placed flat on her stomach, and he kissed her shoulder again as he moved them over her stomach and waist.

“Zane.” The whimper came out of Ava’s mouth before she realised what she was doing. There was a sharp swat on her ass on top of her jeans.

“Language, angel. It’s the second time I had to remind you,” Zane told her.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Next time, you will get ten swats on your naked ass, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now stand still,” he told her as his arms came around her. Ava felt him gliding his hands over her stomach again and down to her pants. He unbuttoned them and slowly dragged the sipper down. The sound seemed loud in the silence that was only filled with their breaths and Ava’s heartbeat. “Don’t move until I tell you,” Zane whispered in her ear. He started pulling her jeans down her legs and lowered himself down at the same time. He placed light kisses all along her spine as he descended. “Fuck, matching panties.” His words were more like a breath, and Ava again liked the feeling his arousal gave her. She was proud to be able to make him feel like that. Zane’s hands worked their way down her leg. “Lift your leg, Angel,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, lifting the leg he was holding. Zane gently detangled her leg and foot from the jeans.

“Put it down.” Ava did as he told her, and his hands started the same journey down her other leg. “Lift it.” She did and waited for him to take her jeans off. “Put it down.” She placed her leg back down. “Good girl,” he told her as he kissed both her legs, her ass and her spine as he stood up. His hands cupped her breast and gave them a firm squeeze. Ava let out a sigh, and Zane groaned. “I can’t make up my mind if I want to take this amazing bra off you or let it stay on. It’s driving me crazy,” he told her. “This needs to go.” As Zane said it Ava felt him grab the delicate panties with both hands and yank. There was a ripping sound and then it repeated on the other side. Ava let out a gasp. “Much better,” Zane said and ran one hand over her mound. It took all Ava’s willpower not to press herself against his hand. She wanted friction so badly and he wasn’t giving her any. “Do I turn you on?”

“Yes, Sir.” Zane hummed at her answer.

“Come with me,” he said, taking her hand and leading her towards the bed. Ava knew the layout by heart and felt confident even though she couldn’t see, and Zane wouldn’t let her fall or stumble. She slowed her pace when she thought she was getting close to the bed, but kept walking. “Stay there, Angel,” Zane told her, and she stopped moving. She could feel him against her back again and his hands were all over her body. Her own hands tingled with the need to cover his and push them to where she wanted them to go. But Zane had told her to not move unless he told her. Again, his hands moulded over her breasts, and she moaned as he pinched her nipple through the lace. Zane moved to her side and, before Ava could figure out what he was doing, he had lifted her in his arms and threw her down on the bed. She let out a surprised yelp and then a giggle as her stomach felt as if she was riding a rollercoaster as she did a little bounce on the bed. “Enjoying yourself?” Zane asked. He tried to sound stern, but Ava could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Very much, Sir,” she said.

“Hands over your head,” he told her. She obeyed. The room was silent and Ava couldn’t sense Zane close to her. She lay as still as she could in the bed, waiting for something to happen. Ava heard something above her to her left, then something below her and finally above her to the right. She couldn’t make out the sound and she tried to figure out what it was. “Relax and stop trying to figure out what is next,” Zane said, causing her to jump. “Did I scare you, Angel?”

“A little, Sir,” she admitted as her heart returned to her normal rate.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” he asked, kissing her stomach and then trailing a pass up between her breasts, up her throat and chin, to hover just over her lips.

“No, Sir,” she whispered. He kissed her. It was another intense kiss which made Ava clench her hands into the pillow to stop them from grabbing a hold of Zane’s head.

“What is your safe word, Angel?” Zane asked as Ava felt his hands run up her arm, wrapping something soft around her wrist.

“Three, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, kissing her. She felt something else going around her wrist and tightening. She couldn’t move her arm. Zane stopped kissing her and hovered over her, as if he was waiting for her to say something. “What is your word if you get overwhelmed?” he asked when she didn’t say anything. His hands travelled up her other arm.

“Two, Sir,” she said as she felt him wrap her wrist in the soft fabric.

“Good girl,” he told her and gave her another kiss as he tightened the restraints around her wrist. Now both her arms were restrained, Ava felt an initial prick of panic. Zane had stopped kissing her and was again hovering over her, giving her time to use her safe words. Ava focused on the heat from his body over her and she felt the panic melt away. She trusted him to keep her safe. When she didn’t object, he kissed his way down her body. She held her breath as he got close to her pussy, but he just placed a soft kiss on top of it and moved on down. Ava could feel how wet she was, how much she needed relief. But Zane seemed determined to drag it out. “Spread your legs for me, Angel,” he told her, and she did. “Further,” he asked. Again, she did. He hummed in approval as he wrapped both her ankles in the soft fabric. “When can you use your safe words?” he asked.

“At any time I feel I need to, Sir.”

“That’s right angel,” he said, tightening the restraints on her first leg. It was now locked in its spread position. “What will I do if you use your safe words?” he asked.

“You will slow down or stop, Sir.”

“Always. I will always listen to your safe words.” He tightened the last restraint. Ava was now totally immobilised and tied down. Zane’s reassurance of always listening to her safe words gave Ava a way to regain control if she needed it. With that knowledge, she leaned into the feeling of being helpless.